I gasp.
“Happy birthday, Jocelyn,” he says, taking a glass and walking up to me.
I hadn’t expected this.
I hadn’t expected anything.
“How did you know?” I manage to ask as he walks up to me and hands me the glass. “I never told you.”
I can smell his cologne. I can feel the warmth of his large, hard body as he stands next to me and we clink our glasses before taking a sip.
“Come on,” he says teasingly. “You’re a fucking public figure, I looked you up on Wikipedia,” he says to me with a smirk.
I blush. I don’t know what to say. What does a girl say in this instance?
“Oh?” I manage, completely off balance. “And do you Wikipedia everyone you know?”
Lance shrugs. I was curious.
That’s it. My mind is spinning at a mile a minute.
Why did he look up my age? To see if anything with me was appropriate? Could he be interested in me?
Well, of course, he must be interested in me. I had his cock in my hands the other day. I was sitting on his lap. Making a fool of myself.
“Hey,” Lance says, taking a step closer to me. He bends his knees, bringing his face more on level with mine. “You okay?”
I close my eyes, trying to keep the tears away. God, does he know just how much I want him? How when I leave the house to go to the gym nowadays I keep imagining his body that day that I saw him working out? How every spare moment I think back to Central Park and nestling my head in his chest after he rescued me.
“It’s nothing,” I tell him, shaking my head and opening my eyes and trying to smile. “I’m just sad I’m growing old,” I lie.
He takes my champagne glass from my hands and places it on the table. While there he pushes something on his phone and the speakers in the living room come to life, playing soft, smooth, simple jazz.
“Age is just a number, Jocelyn,” Lance tells me. “It’s what you do with your life that tells people how old you are.”
“And when did you become so wise?” I ask him with a teasing smile as he comes close to me once more. “You don’t sound like the Lance Anders I know.”
“Is this what you fucking want?” he asks me and takes another step closer, looking down at me from his height.
I giggle. I can’t help it.
“The one who takes what he wants and doesn’t let the word no stop him?” I ask, batting my eyes.
I don’t know if I’m the one who takes the step closer or if it’s him, but all of a sudden I can feel my body pressed into his.
It feels so right, feeling my breasts press up against his chest. Feeling his arms encircle me. Once having made contact, I want more. I can feel myself pressing against him as I continue to look up at him.
“Why did you do all this, Lance?” I ask him, the thought going through my head that this is some elaborate prank for some reason. I don’t know why I’m thinking it, hun. “Why the whole fancy setup?”
“Why the fuck not?” Lance growls down at me, looking at me with smoldering eyes as we start to sway to the gentle music in the
background. “It’s your birthday, Jocelyn.”
“I’m your stepmom,” I say back to him.
I don’t know why, okay? I don’t know why I feel awkward around him, when he’s done something so sweet as put together this surprise for my birthday.
Fine, fine, you got me, it’s not awkwardness I’m feeling. It’s nervousness. I’ve seen his giant cock. And I want it inside of me.